Unapologetic Apathy

"Where the hell were you?" Ray wondered when I got back that morning, tired and happy from the night before. The sun was high up in the sky, and Ray and Kelsie were drinking off at the kitchen table. I took his glass from him and took a sip, then set it down. He frowned at me.

"Nowhere. Ran some errands," I lied. I looked to my left, the the living room, and saw Sam sprawled out on the couch in a deep sleep. The blinds were closed tight and the lights were off except a tiny lamp in the kitchen. He looked sick.

"lies. Damnit Frank, where do you go all this time? Why are you so-" Ray started, keeping his voice low do Sam could sleep, but still quite angry at me.

"I'm looking for a cure with Gerard," I explained. "He has tons of old books in Latin and Romanian and we were tryin to find out a solution."

"You could have jst told us that. We could help, you know," Kelsie said between sips of her coffee. I wasn't going to tell them I was actually fucking him, and that we weren't really looking for a cure. I mean, I spend every moment helping Ray, and Gerard has been looking for centuries, but I still felt bad I had stopped, even for a moment. Sam rolled over in his sleep.

"He needs a cure," Ray murmured, "before he hurts someone."

"That's not going to happen." It wasn't going to. Sam was in control, I knew it.


SAM POV

They were talking about me, I knew it. They were a room away, and they were talkin in soft murmurs, but my hearing had increase by an inhuman amount. I hear every word. I rolled over, pretending to be asleep.

"Shut up, Ray, he's not going to do anything stupid,," Frank told Ray. Ray was just overprotective, that's all. He didn't really hate me.

"He's a vampire," he hissed, and j flinched. I wanted them to stop talking. Maybe I would walk into the room? No. They couldn't knkw I was awake.

"And we can feed him blood, it's not like he's going to starve and kill someone," Frank argued. I winced, suddenly reminded of the dryness of my mouth. My stomach felt like if I was punched, it would ring like a bell. Each breath I took was forced and raspy. I was very aware of the razor teeth in my mouth. I tried to stop myself from thinking about biting Frank.

They seemed to notice I had grown tenser, and their voices quieted down to silence. I relaxed my muscles and faked sleeping, so they wouldn't suspect I was eavesdropping. They started talking again when they suspected I was sleeping.

"We'll get through this. We'll find a cure before then. Did you get to go to his house yet?" I heard Ray make a quiet no. I hadn't written the note to my parents yet. What would I say? 'Harley turned my into a vampire because he was pisded because I tried to kill her. Please don't look for me. I'll come back when everything is okay." No. That didn't seem right. But I couldn't let them worry.

"Before then? What if it's too late? You let him bite you twice. He's got a taste for it now, he'll probably try it again," Ray whispered. Kelsie got up and paced the sink, slamming her mug down none-to-gently. What did they mean? I didn't want to bite anyone. Well, I had morals, but I just felt so thirsty. I rolled into a ball and tried not to focus on the stabbing, empty pain in my stomach. What was wrong with me? I had bitten Frank about a day ago, and I felt like I hadn't eaten anything for weeks. My muscles felt strained and tense and weak. I wondered if it was a changing metabolism thing.

"Sam, you awake?" Ray whispered through the doorway, Frank standing a foot behind him. I could only gasp in response. Frank jogged up beside me to see if I was okay. He looked at my face and but his lip in worry.

"Shit he's pale," Ray said, barely audible for even me.

"He's a fucking vampire, Ray," Frank snapped. I just stared up at the ceiling, trying my hardest to not think abou his throat a foot from my mouth. And definatly not the warm blood in his veins. And the feeling, like a high, after I drank it. I shook my head and scrunched my eyes shut.

"Ehats going on? Is he hungry?" Ray wondered.

"I am. In the room. With you. You know," I managed, "and fucking yes, yes I am." Kelsie shouted from upstairs about my swearing. I didn't care that moment.

"Here I'll get you some bottles," Frank said as he exited te room, leaving me alone with Ray. I was trying to shrink farther into the couch cushions, digging my balled fists into the pockets of the hoodie I was sleeping in. My head was thrown back so I didn't look at Ray, face filled with worry and maybe disgust.

All this his time I thought vampires were just monsters killing for sport, I assumed when you became one, you were automatically a monster. Harley wanted to show me a lesson. She did. She wanted me to feel like she did, so I could understand what she did. It just made me want to kill her even more. I loved her, with all my heart, but now she was a bloodthirsty killing machine. Like me.

"Dude, it's going to be okay," Ray said as he sat down in the couch cushion at my feet. I turned on my side and clutched my knees up to my chin, Ina lame excuse for a fetal position. He reached out and put a comforting hand on my arm, but I jerked back in pain, hissing. My arm made a sickening sizzling noise, and there was a purple welt mark. "Shit, sorry Sam. I forgot about my ring,," he apologized. I examined the ring shaped burn in my arm, it hurt to touch.

"Here we are," Frank declared when he came back. My senses perked up when I sensed the bottle in his hand. I smelled it when he twisted the cap off. Involuntarily, I licked my lips. My tongue felt dry. My lips were dry. I grabbed the bottle from him a bit too roughly ad stared at it.

I didnt want to drink this. It was gross. Red, thick, metallic liquid. But my fangs poked painfully on my bottom lip. My body wanted to drink it desperately, but in my mind I hated te stuff. I brought the bottle to my lips with shaking hands and trief to take a tiny sip. It was hard to do it with Ray and Frank watching me.

When end the tiny drop of blood hit my tongue, I couldn't control my self. I drank the entire thing in big gulps, earning a gag from Frank, who was vegan. I finished the bottle quickly, and Ray took it and threw it in the trash. I leaned back on the couch and rubbed my hand across my face. I felt it drying down my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to control my rapid, unnessarcery breathing. Frank put his hand on y knee in a friendly, you'll-get-through-this kind of pats. Then he left me Alone to think.


FRANK POV

Sam fell asleep almost immediately after I left, for real this time. I couldn't help but blame myself for talking about it so near to him, which made him hungry. I didn't knkw. Maybe he was always that hungry and I just made him crave it more? I shook the thought from my mind. I didnt want to think of Sam that way.

It was early for me, though Sam was sleeping and Ray and Kelsie were ready for lunch. I ate a short breakfast: a cold bowl of cereal and a glass of water. Then, I went to do some errands.

The rest of the day was waiting to see Gerard again.

Notes

Short, angsty, cute, Sam POV